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The World in which we live and move Outlasts aversion, outlasts love: Outlasts each effort, interest, hope, Remorse, grief, joy.
Matthew Arnold
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A beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.
Matthew Arnold
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What actions are the most excellent? Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections: to those elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time. These feelings are permanent and the same; that which interests them is permanent and the same also.
Matthew Arnold
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All are before me! I behold The House, the Brotherhood austere! - And what am I, that I am here? For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, Show'd me the high, white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire. Even now their whispers pierce the gloom: What dost thou in this living tomb?
Matthew Arnold
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Sanity - that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
Matthew Arnold
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Nations are not truly great solely because the individuals composing them are numerous, free, and active; but they are great when these numbers, this freedom, and this activity are employed in the service of an ideal higher than that of an ordinary man, taken by himself.
Matthew Arnold
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Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
Matthew Arnold
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Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.
Matthew Arnold
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Only, from the long line of spray
Matthew Arnold
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Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask - Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
Matthew Arnold
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Everything in our political life tends to hide from us that there is anything wiser than our ordinary selves.
Matthew Arnold
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Thee at the ferry Oxford riders blithe, Returning home on summer-nights, have met Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe, Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the punt’s rope chops round.
Matthew Arnold
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The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.
Matthew Arnold
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And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well - but ’tis not true!
Matthew Arnold
